Chapter 53 Death Is A Luxury

Yet, like a woman possessed, Raylee seized anything within her reach and hurled it at them.

It was as if she had returned to the time when she first entered prison, filled with that same unyielding and high–spirited

determination.

She had been consumed by the thought that if she didn’t resist, if she didn’t draw blood, the prison guards and the priso bullies would never cease to oppress her.

However, her resistance slowly waned as she gradually became numb.

Despite the magnitude of the bharm /bshe had endured, no one from the Goodridge bfamily /bhad ever intervened.

Instead, the more she resisted, the more those who bhurt /bher were emboldened. In the end, she was the one who continued to

suffer.

She understood this principle.

willing to

“Even so, she was not willing to give up!

Since she had managed to survive the prison, she knew she had to take responsibility for her own life and her newfound freedom.

She would never surrender without a fightb, /ballowing them to control her life with such unchallenged audacity again!

Crash!

bIn /bbthe /bsickroom, all the jars, bottles, medical equipment, and some daily necessities had been knocked over by Raylee.

“Come on then, I’ll fight you all to the death! If you have the guts, kill me! If you can’t kill me, don’t even think about keeping me here!”

Raylee picked up a broken shard of ss, holding it bagainst /bher neck.

The shard sliced open her delicate, sensitive skinb, /bcausing blood to seep out.

Yet, she seemed numb, utterly devoid of any sensation of pain.

Upon hearing themotion, Neville rushed in hurriedly.

When he bsaw /bRaylee’s self–destructive behavior, he was so distraught that he pped his thigh in frustration.

“We can’t let you die! Oh bgod/b, no one’s trying to kill you! If you died, we wouldn’t be able toplete our task! Miss, don’t do anything foolish. Your family made it clear that they can’t afford any mishaps happening to you!”

“If you can, keep an eye on me 24/7, because I bguarantee /byou, I’ll seize any chance I can to end my life!” Raylee dered defiantly, bstaring /bdown the crowd with resolve.

The look of hatred and bmurderous /bintent was too intense to meet directly.

Even the experienced staff who had seen it all bcouldn’t /bhelp but avert their eyes when they met her gaze.

Neville continued to soothe her, “bDon’t /bgive up on life. The world bis /bso beautiful; what could possibly be troubling you bthat /b

much?”

“Cut the chatter and bring Samuel to me. If not him, someone from the Goodridge family will do. If all else fails, even someone from the Lorimer family would suffice!”

“All right, all right, I promise you, I’ll bcontact /byour brother right away” Neville took out bhis /bmobile phone and made ba /bcall. Raylee’s heart finally settled back in its ribcage. As long bas /bshe could meet someone, she had a chance to get bout/b.

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Chapter 53 Death Is A Luxury

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Everyone worked together, restraining her limbs to prevent her from moving. They also confiscated the weapon she held in

her hand.

And so, Raylee found herself tightly restrained to a hospital bed again.

“You’re all despicable and shameless! Let me go! If you dare, keep me tied up forever!” she shrieked with indignation.

“Daring to use death as a threat against me? Hmph, I’ve seen plenty of patients like you. Administer the electroconvulsive therapy. Let’s see if bthat /bwill teach her some manners. If not, bcontinue /bthe treatment!” ordered Neville.

“Understood!” A female nurse brought over the electroconvulsive therapy machine, securing it bonto /bRaylee’s body before initiating the electric charge..

When the electric current coursed across her skin, the intense burning sensation caused Raylee’s limbs to stiffen instantly.

Subsequently, a pain as sharp bas /ba knife’s cut spread throughout her entire body.

It felt as though millions of nails were simultaneously piercing her body, tearing at every single nerve. The pain was so intense bthat /bit seemed as if her bentire /bbody was crying out in agony.

Neville sped his hands behind his back and uttered smugly, “See? You’re being obedient now, baren’t /byou? Miss, let me tell you something. Once you’ve entered this ce, death is but a luxury you can only ever dream about. When byou /bbhave /ba manic episode, I’ll be there to medicate you, to inject you, even to administer electric bshocks/b! When you lose control, I’ll have you restrained. What’s that? How would you manage your basic human needs? Ha, you don’t need to worry about that. There are plenty of ways to handle it! If you refuse to eat, I’ll feed you through a nasogastric tube, inserted from your nose down to your stomach, three times a day, on schedule and in the right amounts. How does it feel to have a feeding tube up your nose! It’s quite the experience. I hope you know when to submit to circumstances!”

Raylee was in so much pain that she couldn’t even speak.

In the end, sheid numb and dazed on the hospital bed, her eyes vacant as they stared at the ceiling.

She was filled with hatred toward Samuel, the man she wished she could tear into a thousand pieces.

Four years ago, he was the one who had sent her to prison,pletely indifferent to her plightb, /bleaving her to endure endless torment within its walls.

Four yearster, he was busing /banother ruthless and heartiess method again.

Had she known she’d end up like bthis/bb, /bshe bwould /bhave preferred to die in prisonb! /b

bNo/b, she bhad /bto make it out alive. Even if she bhad /bto transform into a vengeful spirit, she would demand retribution from this demon!

An indeterminate amount of time passed.

A middle–baged /bfemale nurse entered the room. Seeing that Raylee was no longer causing a bfuss/bb, /bshe finally smiled in

satisfaction.

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